I held drunken delicacy in each step
as daylight bled
fairies on strings still dim on the walls
over people asleep barely dreaming

hungover from fleeting bliss
left us resting in heaven
bundled in blankets, nested in floral
duvets covered with stains of wine

---- fell asleep under the christmas tree

his boots half in the kitchen
I stood in shadows of his frail frame
he didn’t stir; still gone from drinking
and ***** things his mind was thinking

I had slept next to ---- on the sofa

he won’t miss me when he wakes
only an old bed sheet will greet him
adoration for him stained in my place
dripping from the curtain’s lace

with a tab in my hand I tread lightly
till radio hum broke the silence bore
good afternoon newcastle, it’s half past four
before hitting his head in a twinge

---- moans shut the **** up in a scottish lilt

I step out to the apricity; tender snow
rests around a milk bottle
likely to be forgotten and as I shut the door
I catch a glimpse of

---- whisper goodbye to me then ******* a kiss